It's the same story over and over again.
A story as old as last year's trash...
You don't get to come back
After years of silent screams...
Little boy dressed as a girl
He feels so new like a shinny pearl...
I wish you could cover your heart
and protect it from the pain...
I'm scared......
of being misheard...
Out the window, I stare
On a train bound for nowhere...
I've been stirring around
this crowd of false pretense...
Is A Poem That Chick, said,
Is the unspoken word, tucked under my tongue...
Rain throughout the day leaving the scent of...
I steps wet asphalt of the city, scented wet...
In the end it didn't matter,
for your excuses and apologies became meaningless...
You don't need to get defensive about it,
I'm just letting you know...
I've been brought down by words
so many times before...